Sinkin’ low… gettin’ high

when I’ve got
nothing left to say
it hurts so bad
to see you cry
just force myself
to walk away
when I can’t
keep you satisfied

lightning crashes
tidal waves
there’s no
search light
in your eyes
fighting you means
I’m a slave
your loves
a master
of disguise

skipping stones
changing lanes
sinking low
getting high
like Spanish boots
of leather fade
when Im away
by love will shine
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by holding his hand

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an innocence maybe
her fingertips curl
his hand like a baby
she takes on the world

her soft pretty make up
she believes
love commands

stands behind pretty seen
when she’s holding his hand

he can see someone missing
feel forgotten and sad
he can need her to feed him
face to face with his dad

she’s got eyes to her thigh’s
made to call any man
but to me she’s made golden
by holding his hand  ©